I'm so glad I'm not 17,18,19 anymore.
Sure, I'm practically the same person - but I've grown up so much in just the few years.
I've had my heart partially broken, I've met my icon, I've seen my dream job.
I've laughed, cried, cursed and prayed.
I am no longer that 19-year-old hungry. I've learned.
I am not fat. I am not hideous.
I am smart, fun, comical, sweet, honest and lovable.
Alcohol does not give you those things. Beauty does not make you lovable.
I am damn lovable.. and someday, there will be a guy that's smart, fun, comical, sweet, honest and lovable.. to love me.
And I don't need a cup in my hand to try and find him. I don't need to put on a show for him. I will just be myself.. and that will be just right for him.